The morning mews.


Bring me home and I'll go right to bed

for the little bird heard everything that was said;

return to yourself and judge not of what you have read.

The dormouse agreed and returned to his shed

with which the two pigeons consented and nodded their heads

and the snails on the grass speedily adjourned to cling to a wall or under a ledge.

The spiders could only digest what was caught on the web and the ants were too busy to listen but caught a little from the morning mews instead.

The dog had caught the cat and the cat he was dead.